The Worst thing to happen to you.

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Some people think that they can just poorly code anything and get away with it now days.... Even painfully stories must be properly coded. Good eye Kevin!
BTW... was it missing the right delimiter?
Cause I don't wanna come back down from this cloud... ~ Bush

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Hang in there, you beat it before, you can do it again. That had to be devastating news. My thoughts and prayers will be with you while you battle to beat this again and you will.
J
"Catch your dreams, go skydiving"

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ltdiver -were always here for each other in our times of need, remember thatHave you seen my baseball?

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We cal only talk about BOOBIES and BEER and SEXKoodos to all who have shared something personal and dear to then.Have you seen my baseball?

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One of the worst things....every parents nightmare phone call, to say your son has been in an accident. The rush to the hospital, he's hurt but he will make it. He spent a month there. He suffered some permanent damage, but nothing we can't handle. It took me a long time before I could comfortably answer the phone (if everyone wasn't home) for fear of something having happened. For whatever reason, he was spared.....maybe so that he could be everything he wants to be and go skydiving with his Mom (amongst other endeavors)! And we did!
J

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You know I started to respond to this thread with the worst thing that ever happened to me and I couldn't. Let's just say it is that bad and I just can't trivialize it by posting it on some forum.

Get it caught in your zipper? (J/K )

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Let's see .... falling out of that tree when I was 10, bad car crash when I was 18 or 19, learning my 9 week old daughter could have cancer, and spending 2 weeks in hospital with her before the Dr.s learned it wasn't cancer... those come to mind.

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You know I started to respond to this thread with the worst thing that ever happened to me and I couldn't. Let's just say it is that bad and I just can't trivialize it by posting it on some forum.
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Get it caught in your zipper? (J/K )

That is funny
Seriously, I really do admire the courage you folks have in posting some really horrible things. Many of these things I could not imagine going through, but I do know that somehow the Good Lord gives us strength.
The point I guess I am making is my most horrible thing is very gut wrenching to me, and I just can't post it on a public forum with people who don't even know me, and then have it followed by a trivial post like "I got 18 stitches in my head".
I'm sorry if this sounds cold, I don't mean it to be.
Skydivers...they're just plain cool!
Chris

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You don't have to post anything you don't want to. It takes guts to admit that you still aren't ready to talk about it. As for anybody who tries to go and make a thread about another's missfortion will have several people to deal with. What is written in this thread should stay in this thread.
Bite Me

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You got it homer!
I do agree with Lisa also, because this thread teaches us about those in the "community". It might be a little depressing, but we should learn about each other.
I won't tell you my worst thing, but I will tell you a lousy thing...
When I was in 11th grade, I took a photography class. I was cutting posting board on one of those paper cutters and sliced off the end of my left thumb right down to the bone!! They couldn't reattach the tip, so I had to have skin graphed. So let's just say if anyone ever wants to see my ass, I won't have to pull down my pants!!!
Ok let the comments fly. Now we can have fun with this thread.
Skydivers...they're just plain cool!
Chris

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So what your saying is if you tell someone to kiss your ass they should kiss your thumb? I to have lost a very important part of me too. read my first post if you haven't already.
sometimes you feel like a nut sometimes you don't
Bite Me

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That's right! But I suggest you wait till after I wipe it.
Yes I did read your post and I think I reacted like every other guy...I pulled my legs together and protected my nuts for all they're worth!
Skydivers...they're just plain cool!
Chris

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I still do the same thing since I can't afford to lose the other.
Bite Me

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Did'nt they let you keep it...in a jar ? (sorry)
..Billions of people living out their lives..Oblivious..

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Hell no the damb army doctors had to send it to Walter Reed for a pathology the same with the lymph nodes. how many people can say they have literaly been two places at once.
Bite Me

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Chris,
Don't worry about it. You shouldn't post something you don't want trivialized. Really.
J

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There's a list someplace about the most traumatic things you'll go through in life. The top two on the list are death and divorce. Marriage is something like fourth.
I've been through two divorces. At the time, I thought life had ended. Everything I had lived for over a period of several years was gone. Both times. And, let me tell ya, it's not any easier the second time. In my case the second time was probably harder, because I had to give up living with my son for half the week.
As Zennie said, the hardships and joys in life shape us. Fortunately for me, there's a silver lining to my divorces. I started skydiving again (after a six year layoff)!
Steve

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Losing my child,, a nightmare in reality,, but it was nice ya could be there,, as hard as it was for you I'm sure it made it easier for them,, seen too many folks die and they don't have any family there with them,, kinda sad,, this kinda thread pops up every now an then doesn't it,, Marc best of luck to ya Bro!!
Don't read this shit down here,, it's nonsense,,,

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Lori & Donna,,
A friend sent this too me,, hope it grings ya'll some peace,,,
Sorry it's a lil long,,
A DAD'S STORY

On July 22nd I was enroute to Washington, DC for a
business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we
landed in Denver for a plane change.
As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an
announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the
United Customer Service Representative immediately. I
thought nothing of it until I reached the door to
leave the plane and I heard a gentleman asking every male if
he were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something was
wrong and my heart sunk.
When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came
toward me and said, "Mr..Glenn, there is an emergency
at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or
who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so
you can call the hospital." My heart was now
pounding, but the will to be calm took over.
Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant
telephone where I called the number he gave me for the
Mission Hospital. My call was put through to the
trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old
son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage
door for several minutes, and that when my wife had
found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a
neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had
continued the treatment as Brian was transported to
the hospital. By the time of my call, Brian was
revived and they believed he would live, but they did
not know how much damage had been done to his brain,
nor to his heart.
They explained that the door had completely closed on
his little sternum right over his heart. He had been
severely crushed. After speaking with the medical
staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and
I took comfort in her calmness.
The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally
I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage
door had come down. When I walked into the intensive
care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my
little son laying so still on a great big bed with
tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a
respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried
to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a
terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and
given a guarded prognosis.
Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests
indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and
of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain
received any damage.
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was
calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all
right. I hung on to her words and faith like a
lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian
remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I
had left for my business trip the day before.
Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son
regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken.
He said, "Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with
his little arms.
> > > >[TEAR BREAK...smile]
By the next day he was pronounced as having no
neurological or physical deficits, and the story of
his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital.
You cannot imagine, we took Brian home, we felt a
unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly
Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.
In the days that followed there was a special spirit
about our home. Our two older children were much
closer to their little brother. My wife and I were
much closer to each other, and all of us were very
close as a whole family. Life took on a less
stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more
focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain.
We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly
profound. The story is not over (smile)!

Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian
awoke from his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down
Mommy. I have something to tell you." At this time in his
life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say
a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with
him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable
story. "Do you remember when I got stuck under the
garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really
bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I
started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then
the 'birdies' came." "The birdies?" my wife asked
puzzled.
"Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound
and flew into the garage. They took care of me."
"They did?" "Yes," he said. "one of the birdies came
and got you. She came to tell you I got stuck under
the door."
A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit
was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife
realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death
and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who
came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up
in the air like birds that fly.
"What did the birdies look like?" she asked. Brian
answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed
in white, all white. Some of them had green and
white. But some of them had on just white."
"Did they say anything?"
"Yes," he answered. "They told me the baby would be
all right."
"The baby?" my wife asked confused. Brian answered.
"The baby laying on the garage floor." He went on,
"You came out and opened the garage door and
ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not
leave."
My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she
had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and
seeing his crushed chest whispered, "Don't leave us
Brian, please stay if you can."
As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had
spoken, she realized that the spirit had left his body
and was looking down from above on this little
lifeless form.
"Then what happened?" she asked..
"We went on a trip." he said, "Far, far away." He
grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem
to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and
comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He
struggled with wanting to tell something that
obviously was very important to him, but finding the
words was difficult.
"We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty
mommy," he added. "And there are lots and lots of
birdies." My wife was stunned. Into her mind the
sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly,
but with an urgency she had never before known.
Brian went on to tell her that the "birdies" had told
him that he had to come back and tell everyone about
the "birdies." He said they brought him back to the
house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance
were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a
white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby
would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him.
He said the birdies told him he had to go with the
ambulance, but they would be near him. He said they
were so pretty and so peaceful, and he didn't want to
come back. Then the bright light came. He said that
the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the
bright light so much.
Someone was in the bright light and put their arms
around him and told him, "I love you but you have to
go back." The story went on for an hour. He taught us
that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see
them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear
them because we listen with our ears. But they are
always there, you can only see them in here (he put
his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to
help us to do what is right because they love us so
much. Brian continued, stating, "I have a plan,
Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone
has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our
promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they
love us so much." In the weeks that followed, he
often came to us and told all, or part of it, again
and again. Always the story remained the same. The
details were never changed or out of order. A few
times he added further bits of information and
clarified the message he had already delivered.
It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such
detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked
about his birdies. Everywhere he went, he told
strangers about the "birdies. "
Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when
he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look
on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have
not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we
never will be. You have just been sent an Angel to
watch over you. Some people come into our lives and
quickly go... Some people become friends and stay a
while... leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts...
and we are never quite the same because we have made a
good friend!! Yesterday is history.. Tomorrow a
mystery.. Today is a gift.. That's why it's called
the present!
Live and savor every moment.....this is not a dress
rehearsal!
Don't read this shit down here,, it's nonsense,,,

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They couldn't reattach the tip, so I had to have skin graphed. So let's just say if anyone ever wants to see my ass, I won't have to pull down my pants!!!
Ok let the comments fly. Now we can have fun with this thread

Tybalt, dost thou bite thy thumb at me?
No, Mercutio, I bite my ass at ye!

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Tybalt, dost thou bite thy thumb at me?
No, Mercutio, I bite my ass at ye!

We have now linked my thumb with my ass and Shakespeare! What's next?
Skydivers...they're just plain cool!
Chris